Vancouver: Part 4

23 October 2008, 23:32 | ,

I arrive at the bar. There is a line outside. I don’t see my friend. Just the line. I get out, get in line, and call my friend. He tells me he will be here in about 15 minutes.

As I am standing there, several bums come up to me. I’m not surprised by bums, living in Winnipeg, there are plenty to ask me for bus money, try to wash my window in the rain, and play the same Johnny Cash song outside concert arenas for hours on end. What surprises me, is that most of them are relatively well dressed. Actually, better dressed than some of the people in line.

A taxi van pulls up, and my friend appears. He has changed since I last met him, he now sports a mustache and long wavy hair. We talk about the usual things whose doing what, where. Who do you still hang out with, ect. I find out that he has already been eliminated from the competition.

My friend and some of the other people from the competition try to walk in, however the bouncer stops us.

“It’s cool, we all have VIP.” Says my friend, waving his VIP card.

“You had to show up before 10 for that.”

I am now standing with several snowboarders in the rain, who all had V.I.P. to this bar. If this happened in Winnipeg I’d be so pissed. But I’m in Vancouver! By the time we get in, we’ve been waiting for a total of 45 minutes outside. In the rain.

The party is in full swing. A person walks up to us. He’s introduced to me as the Western rep for the beer company sponsoring the competition. He informs me that we can all have free beer all night.

As I’m finding out that two of the snowborders are under 18, I realize that there are hot girls everywhere. I try to calculate how many people can fit on two king sized beds pushed together. As I’m working the details of my after party orgy, I remember the STD rates for Vancouver.

The next 3 hours are a blur. It’s a lot of dancing, and drinking, and good times. As we are leaving, my friend says that there is an afterparty at a house somewhere. We wait outside for our ride and we are off. The ride is loud, everyone in the car is still hyped from the party. We stop at Tim Hortons, I get a sandwhich and coffee. After that, the ride gets quiet. Everyone is now full, and it’s 4 in the morning before we pull up to the house.

The house is a normal suburban house, almost identical to the ones surrounding it. There are several cars out front. Inside the house there is a small door leading off from the mudroom. When I say small, I mean really small. The door is 5 feet tall. Inside, I find a room with shag carpet, lit with a single red lightblub, a bar with barstools, and a door leading outside, with a window beside it. There are 15-20 people here, some outside. I take a seat on the couch. I’m tired. It’s 6 in the morning back in Winnipeg, and I’m not anywhere close to adjusting. I only stay for a half hour before I realize my friend is leaving, and that the party is not getting any livelier. I say goodbye and catch a taxi with other people leaving the party. I get to my hotel, go up to my room and collapse into my bed.

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